creative – Page 4

what it means to me

by debraath

In a world where technology is used in daily life, writing is a big part of what constitutes our reading content. Social media sites like Twitter or Facebook is where people write to express their feelings or their thoughts. It can be a platform for people to release their feelings they have bottled up. Many write to classify their thoughts and to understand their inner self. As for me, I also like to write just for the sake of sorting out the things going in my mind. It helps me organise my thoughts. […]

truth

Often, we think of truth to be made up of indisputable facts. But are they? […]

truth – a story

by janani

The truth. It was the one thing Marilyn could not tell. From little things like admitting she ate cake saved for her father when he came home from overseas, to who copied someone’s work in the examinations […]

truth – maybe

by yvette

That night, with the metallic pelting of rain filling the room, you looked at me and your eyes pulled me in with their pleading. Your voice broke the scattered silence, rough and desperate. “What is it?” you asked me, hands outstretched, as if reaching for something unattainable, “What is your truth?” […]

truth – say it

by clarisse

“Say it.”

“There is nothing else to say.”

(relative) truths

by borong

One plus one equals to two. Except, it could equate to ten, eleven and one too.

Fire is hot, ice is cold, and death is as inevitable as dawn and dusk. […]

the truth of it

by cayden
(Note: this author took artistic credit in this short historical fiction and defines truth as ‘a statement that a person holds as true’ Please read into the story accordingly.)
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secret truths

by yi he

have you ever thought about how at the end of the day, the only person who ever truly knows yourself is you?

you can reveal yourself to someone […]

help me

by debraath

She travelled in her red Fiat. In the wee hours of the morning, around 2.35 am. Making a sharp turn at the junction, she slowly drove to her apartment. Her car was the only source of noise in the dark and silent […]

on valentine’s

by jolie

piece #1:

for valentine’s day, i was taken out to dinner – an al fresco, borderline ostentatious rooftop restaurant with a personal waiter to boot. he ordered steak, caviar, champagne and nearly every other food that fell under the ideal of an elite Western dining experience. i promptly found a pair of earrings in my dessert, […]